One of the hardest things for me to give up was holding a book. I used to ba a ravenous reader and speed reader which meant I went thru several books a week. And loved it. Dear God, how I loved it. During freshmen year at college my evaluation for definitions/comprehension was Master Student. Pretty good since I had never heard the words and could not prononce 90% of them. I knew them all and knew their meaning because I have always read and would come across these words learning their meaning thru the context of a passage. Yes, I loved reading to a great extent. I had favs but read everything. From TV Guides (the whole thing) to Clasics. If I had ran out of books I would grab an old TV Guide and read it again. I never went to bed without having a book. I would read anywhere from 10 mins to 2 hours every night. How I loved reading. For awhile my ability to hold silverware, cut food was gone. Or even pick up a pill to take. It was awful. But losing my hands to hold books cut much deeper. I grieved for 2 years. It has been 4 years. I can use my hands to eat with, cut food with, and take pills with. But, I still cannot hold a book more than a minute. I do read by placing a book on a pillow on my lap. I read only occasionlly now. Of course I could buy a kindle or use auto, but it is not satisfying to me in the sense holding a book, smelling the pages and covers, touching the pages is. I still miss my many books. Hugs When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and I could say, "I used everything you gave me." ~ Erma Bombeck
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